[ Korra yanks him in -- and in the weightless moment before she's flat out on her back on the futon, Hei's own body settling heavy on hers -- he's invaded by the beat of wings inside his chest, a flurry of feeling, not floaty but vertiginous. He closes his eyes and finds he can almost smell South America, and the join between Amber's throat and shoulder when they had been in bed together in, where was it? -- oh, God, in that awful garret where their team was hiding, while bombs rattled overhead and Amber held onto him so tightly that Hei was sometimes convinced he should still have marks on his arms. The dingy room where Amber's mouth had tasted of stale coffee and the pillow had been damp with sweat all through the night -- though how many days ago that was, Hei doesn't know. Enough to be far away. For him to be forgetting the details already. Brushing them clean in his mind, having to struggle to give them sharp edges. ]
[ Instead, in the forefront, there is Korra. Hei suddenly reels with the all the horrible possibilities that could come from this -- that could come without this -- pressing his face inwards against her. Korra's cheek is against his warm shoulder; his fingers bleed heat into the innermost curve of her spine as he slides his arm around her. His mouth finds hers again, and he explores the shape of her lips, lazy but also greedy, before heat flares in the way his mouth opens against hers. In the red darkness behind his eyelids, he feels the room hold its breath -- and then exhale with him as he breaks the kiss to study her. ]
What do you want?
[ He'd asked her that, on that last disastrous evening, and been unable to give it. This time, there's no reluctance. He asks with a flat, cruelty-free simplicity. ]
no subject
[ Instead, in the forefront, there is Korra. Hei suddenly reels with the all the horrible possibilities that could come from this -- that could come without this -- pressing his face inwards against her. Korra's cheek is against his warm shoulder; his fingers bleed heat into the innermost curve of her spine as he slides his arm around her. His mouth finds hers again, and he explores the shape of her lips, lazy but also greedy, before heat flares in the way his mouth opens against hers. In the red darkness behind his eyelids, he feels the room hold its breath -- and then exhale with him as he breaks the kiss to study her. ]
What do you want?
[ He'd asked her that, on that last disastrous evening, and been unable to give it. This time, there's no reluctance. He asks with a flat, cruelty-free simplicity. ]